Pre-Overlord Chapter 4Chapter 4: Adventures of Cham
Cham ran for his little-known life. Behind him, almost on his tail, the Halflings chased after him. He was fast but so were they, for having so short legs. He ran down through the maze-like tunnel system of the Halfling burrows. Where he was, he hadn't a clue in hell.
He just ran.
Screaming like a girl.
Cham knocked over anything and everything he could to slow down the growing Halfling numbers. Cham wasn't strong enough to keep up a good fireball tossing or to seriously light anything ablaze. He had to make do with what he could.
He ran down the hallway lost in the maze. He panted hard as he rounded another dead corner. "Dead end?!" He cried as he listened. They were looking for him. He didn't want to die just yet. He especially didn't want to die by drowning for the amusement of the Halflings. "Stupid fat pigs," he growled as he looked around.
He turned around and darted back down the hall turning the corner . . . only to haul ass right bac
Pre-Overlord Chapter 3Chapter 3: Rude Awakening
He woke up to the cage being banged, startled, he flew to the back of the wall. His eyes darted from side to side. Where was he? This place, it smelled so revolting! Ew! Smelly bad place! Smelly bad place! He held his nose trying to block out the smell.
"Look! The little red-thing is finally awake," a voice said, as the cage was banged around again.
He cringed, pressing his body flat against the wall, his glowing chest panting hard. "Let me out!" he called out to them. "Let me out!"
"It speaks!" The voices retorted, as laughter filled the air. Again, the cage was banged around before whoever was banging the cage left. The laughter going with them. He cautiously made his way up to the front of the cage, peeking out. "Hello?" his voice called out.
"Pyrros wake! Pyrros wake!" Another voice, sounding similar to his own, called out.
All around him, he saw other cages with creatures the same as him. They all had red skin with glowing yellow stom
Pre-Overlord Chapter 2Chpt 2: Ancestry
"Now Gnarl," the Black Baron said as he walked over to the throne or what would be the new throne room. "You said you were going to explain the Minions and you also said there were others than . . . these," he randomly snagged one of the Brown Minions by the throat, holding the poor thing out before dropping it.
"Oh! Of course, Sire, of course. The Minions you see around you are called Browns. Due to their color of skin. Yes, Browns," Gnarl, said thinking slowly. For being one of the Ancient Minions to come out, he had a lot to remember since his awakening.
"I am waiting, Gnarl. If I am to go looking, I must know what they are as well as what they can do," the Black Baron said, slightly impatient.
"I'm working on it Sire, I'm working on it," Gnarl said, trying to think. "Hm. Browns, ah yes, they are the fighters of . . . . the four tribes I believe. Yes. I remember now from my School of Minion Mastery from the Dark Ones, which runs through your blood-line